A Loss
Fear usually gripped my nerves
I dreaded broken bottles my heart perchance be served
To a wetland I could lose you
Little I thought of the deadwood
Ready I to send to the urn any jostler
Alas the heart I guarded against the living,
had a suitor waiting at the great gulf course in the sky
I couldn't compete with his riz
He snatched you with ease.
All I have now are memories
I am pained by your silence, Amy
Tell me you hate it where you are,please
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